It was so fast!
Seeing this, the people in the Tranquil Garden were stunned speechless.
Zhuo Rusui didn't see it, but he heard the sound of the sword breaking through the air.
Bai Qianjun's face was ashen, as he was fully aware that he would have been killed by Jing Jiu if he were standing in front of Jing Jiu.
"Fast" was sometimes used to describe the sharpness of the sword, but more often it was used to describe the speed of the sword.
The Sword of the Universe had become much thinner after the stains on it were removed, looking like a piece of paper. As such, it could exert its speed and sharpness to its fullest.
Its sharpness wasn't as good as the Lone Sword, but its speed was much faster than the Lone Sword.
Its speed wasn't as fast as the Thoughtless Sword, but it was more lethal than the Thoughtless Sword.
In a sense, the Sword of the Universe had a perfect balance in terms of speed and sharpness, which matched well with Jing Jiu's Underworld Fairy Sword.
As a result, the Unicorn was wounded by Jing Jiu even though he was prepared for it.
"What's the point?"
Looking at the sword shadows created by Jing Jiu's cloth, the Unicorn said nonchalantly, "Though you and your sword are fast enough, it's still not powerful enough."
As a divine animal of the highest state in Chaotian, the Unicorn still had a godly body even after transforming into a human being. Though the Sword of the Universe was powerful enough to pierce his skin, it couldn't inflict deeper wounds on him. Even if there were thousands of such wounds and thousands of drops of blood, what could the Unicorn do?
The violent wind suddenly rose in the Tranquil Garden. It was because the Unicorn had taken a deep breath.
He had prepared for a long time, and the next strike would be as powerful as a thunderbolt. How could Jing Jiu withstand it?
The residual shadows created by Jing Jiu's cloth suddenly dispersed, and he disappeared from the original spot, as he was about to leave the Tranquil Garden.
Now that Jing Jiu couldn't withstand it, he had to leave first to avoid the Tranquil Garden filled with ancient energy. Any fast swordsman would make the same choice at such a moment. Yet, Monk Duhai was a bit worried. It was because he knew that Jing Jiu was not a regular swordsman, and he guessed that Jing Jiu was about to take a risk.
The Unicorn sneered once, and his energy rose up from the ground, blocking the path leading to the sky.
Boom! The gate of the Tranquil Garden was smashed open. Jing Jiu came out with over a dozen sword lights.
The Qilin transformed into a streak of clear light and followed behind. Its speed was not inferior in the slightest. In fact, it seemed to be a bit faster, and it was full of might.
Today was the day when the pagoda was being worshipped. There were a lot of ordinary monks performing rituals and chanting sutras outside the Tranquil Garden. Right now they were withdrawing, they had not completely withdrawn yet.
The Qilin arrived with great pressure, stirring up countless violent gales. The wind swept up fallen leaves and gravel, and the sky darkened. It was a scene of chaos. It was unknown how many monks fell to the ground, bleeding from their heads.
The grand formation of the Guocheng Temple was finally activated.
Accompanied by the chanting of sutras and the sound of wooden fish, more than three thousand sutra characters rose into the air from various palaces, meditation rooms, and stone pagodas, turning into a sky full of Buddha fire.
Clear Flame Venerable's Mountain Protecting Array!
This formation completely isolated the Tranquil Garden and sealed everything inside. Even if the Kylin wanted to break out of the formation, it would take some time.
The Kylin paid no attention to these things. He was still chasing after Jing Jiu. Wherever he passed by, the big trees toppled, the ancient bells fell to the ground, and the ground was a mess.
Jing Jiu was traveling among the three thousand Buddha flowers like a ghost. Sometimes, he even looked like a Buddha fire.
Clear Flame Venerable's Mountain Protecting Array prevented him from leaving the Guocheng Temple. But in a relatively small area, the Underworld Fairy Sword's strange movements had brought him many benefits.
Facing the Kylin's pursuit, he managed to hold on for some time, but he couldn't shake him off.
The Buddha fire in the sky suddenly disappeared, and so did the streak of clear light that was chasing after it.
A faint cracking sound was heard.
The figures of Jing Jiu and the Kylin appeared.
The sword in his hand had pierced into the Kylin's chest, blood gushing out incessantly.
The Sword of the Universe didn't pierce deep into the Kylin's body, only a few inches; but why didn't the Kylin evade the sword?
The gate of the Tranquil Garden had been destroyed. Monk Duhai saw the scene at that moment.
As the Buddha fire died out, Jing Jiu appeared, raising the sword in his hand.
The clear light disappeared, and the Kylin appeared, taking a few steps forward.
In a sense, it wasn't Jing Jiu who pierced the Kylin with the sword, but the Kylin who bumped into the sword.
It was like a rabbit bumping into a tree, or a man bumping into something.
This absurd scene meant that Jing Jiu had achieved the real unity of movement and stillness.
Not to mention his Cultivation state, this kind of body movement was really unimaginable.
The Kylin didn't get angry because of the injury, and there was no pain in his deep and serene eyes. He was still indifferent.
"Do you think your scheme has succeeded? Don't forget that I haven't struck yet. "
The pursuit of the Buddha fire in the sky was only the first half of the pursuit. The Kylin hadn't launched the third strike that he had been preparing for a long time.
Jing Jiu sensed the unshakable feeling coming from the body of the sword, as if it had merged with a huge mountain. He knew that the Kylin had locked the Sword of the Universe with the Kylin's divine body.
Given his current Cultivation state and strength, he couldn't pull the Sword of the Universe out of the Kylin's body. He had three choices at the moment. The first was to abandon the sword and run away. The second was to explode all of his Sword Source and try to pierce the Sword of the Universe through the Kylin's body to wound him severely. The third was to stand on the same spot, holding the hilt of the Sword of the Universe and waiting to receive the most terrifying strike from the Kylin.
Jing Jiu chose the third option, even though he might be smashed into a pile of minced meat.
"If you could cultivate to the peak of the Broken Sea State, I might be a bit afraid of you with this sword. But you are just a weakling now, so …"
The Kylin didn't strike. He continued to enhance his energy and pressure until it reached the highest level. Then he shouted, "Go to hell!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he punched toward Jing Jiu's face.
The seemingly simple punch contained the weight of a real mountain. And the Kylin's fist was even more terrifying than a common magic treasure.
Facing such a terrifying fist, Jing Jiu didn't show any emotion. He took half a step back, exposing his left hand, which had been behind his back the whole time.
A few wisps of faint golden light leaked out from his fingers, exuding an intoxicating aura that surpassed the spring breeze.
It was the fairy energy.
The whole Cultivation circle was aware that Jing Jiu had held the Fairy Book of Longevity in his left hand and had never let go of it.
He had held the Fairy Book for six years since the end of the Dao Competition.
It seemed that the Fairy Book had become one with his left hand a long time ago.
Seeing the scene outside the Tranquil Garden, Bai Qianjun recalled the scene outside the Green Sky Mirror six years ago.
He and Jing Jiu had exchanged blows and almost died from the fractures in his body. Fortunately, he was rescued by Bai Zhenren.
Was it possible that Jing Jiu intended to use the same trick again?
Bai Qianjun thought grimly that Jing Jiu deserved to die if he thought that his fist holding the Fairy Book could be compared to the fist of the Great Grandmaster of the Kylin.
Many people said that thinking was the fastest thing in the world; but it took time to think, so there was a difference in the speed of thinking. Though Jing Jiu could calculate and calculate at a very fast speed, it didn't mean that everybody could do it the same way. In fact, the majority of people in the world couldn't think as fast as the Kylin and Jing Jiu's punches.
As the thought flashed through Bai Qianjun's mind, Jing Jiu's left fist had already collided with the Kylin's fist.
There were no splashes of air, no clouds of dust, and not even a loud crash.
Jing Jiu and the Kylin had reached the highest level in this world when it came to controlling their strength. They had given all their strength to their opponent without leaking any of it.
There was only a faint cracking sound.
Then, the sound of the earth being torn apart could be heard.
It was a true tearing.
A deep ditch appeared on the green stony ground, leading to the Tranquil Garden.
Lying at the end of the ditch, Jing Jiu's countenance was still calm, but his face was extremely pale. It was evident that he had been severely wounded.
Countless cracks appeared on the surface of his finger bones, wrist bones, arm bones, and all the way to his shoulder bones.
If it weren't for the special nature of his body, those bones would have been broken into countless pieces.
The fight was not over yet, because the Kylin was still striking the third time.
His fist punched out a mass of green light, which entered the Tranquil Garden and arrived in front of Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu could barely hold the Fairy Book with his left hand; how could he raise it to fight against the enemy?
If Zhao Layue had been able to react, she would have stood in front of Jing Jiu to shield him.
However, the fight between Jing Jiu and the Kylin was beyond her Realm, so she had no time to do anything. She regretted listening to Jing Jiu a few years ago. If she had broken through to the middle state of the Free Travel, she would have had enough time to call out the Thoughtless Sword to block Jing Jiu's attack.
The expression in Jing Jiu's eyes was still calm, and he didn't even intend to raise his sword. No one knew what he was thinking about.
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…
The Kylin shouted, "Go to hell!"
Jing Jiu was going to die.
But at this moment, the Kylin heard someone say the same thing.
"Go to hell!"
The voice came from below. It was calm and indifferent, as if it was a polite request.
The Kylin looked at the source of the voice out of the corner of his eye and found that it was an old monk who was performing rituals outside the Tranquil Garden.
There was nothing special about the old monk, except that he was ugly.
He had an ugly red nose and sparse, dry hair that had just grown out and hadn't been shaved off. Anyone who saw him would feel disgusted.
The old monk was holding a Vajra Pestle that seemed to be made of black stone.
The tip of the Vajra Pestle had pierced deeply into the Kylin's waist.
At this moment, the Kylin had a lot of questions in his mind.
When he showed up from the Buddha Fire, his Spiritual Awareness had completely grasped the situation and found the old monk lying on the ground. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
When did the old monk sit up? Why didn't he sense it? And when did the old monk pierce the Vajra Pestle into his body? More importantly, what was this Vajra Pestle? The Zen power was profound, but there were a few wisps of black smoke lingering on its surface. It could pierce into his body, and it was so painful …
"Ah!" the Kylin let out a painful and angry scream.
The Vajra Pestle had hurt him, including his dignity.
He had left the Cloud Dream Mountain after so many years and traveled the world, but he was hurt by a nobody!
"How dare you sneak attack me! Go to hell! "
The Kylin lost his mind in anger and started to increase his realm crazily.
The Vajra Pestle in the old monk's hand had a demonic intent and cold black smoke. It was obviously a technique of the Evil Sect, so he didn't need to suppress his realm to the Yuanying Realm.
The two horns on the Kylin's head grew to a few feet long and were as red as coral. His aura became even more powerful, as majestic as the sea.
In a very short time, he had increased his realm to the middle stage of Mahayana!
The Kylin hadn't completely recovered his original form, but heaven and earth had already sensed it.
Countless dark clouds came to the sky above the Guocheng Temple, with thunder and lightning waiting to strike!
The Kylin's palm slammed down on the old monk's head, and it was even more powerful than thunder!
There was a light clap.
The old monk countered the attack with a flip of his palm. He had actually received it with ease!
The black smoke, which carried a sinister and violent aura, seeped out from the old monk's palm. It mixed with the golden light that shot out from the Qilin's palm, becoming bright yet dark. It was like magma that was about to condense, illuminating his ugly face even more clearly.
"Even if you were in your original form, I wouldn't be afraid, let alone now."
The old monk looked at the Kylin and laughed.
His smile was full of greed and complacency. He didn't look like a strong cultivator with a high realm, but more like a monster that saw delicious food.
The Kylin was suddenly alarmed. That was real danger, even more dangerous than the hidden thunder in the dark clouds!
Even if he was far weaker than his original form after his transformation, how many people in the world could take the full force of the middle stage of Mahayana?
He couldn't care so much anymore. He howled and wanted to change back to his original form. He had to leave this place even if he had to take the risk of the thunder.
However, the old monk didn't give him the chance. He rolled his eyes and kicked out like lightning, hitting the Kylin's thigh heavily.
There was a loud boom.
The Kylin flew into the sky and turned into a small black dot. It turned into a line and flew to the horizon, collapsing a mountain on the way!
The next moment, the milky white light of a magic treasure could be seen shining on the mountain. The dark clouds and thunder fell, but they didn't stop the black dot.
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…
On the eaves of Chenhua Palace, the white cat looked at the Kylin who was spitting blood and fell to the other side of the mountain. A trace of fierceness flashed in its eyes. It was about to chase after the Kylin … but it felt something tighten around its neck.
Yin San grabbed the hair behind its neck and held it in his arms. He looked at the mountain and said, "The Bai Family is coming. Ada, let's let the ugly deer go today, shall we?"
His tone was warm and gentle, but the white cat was stiff and didn't dare to say no.
Yin San turned to the Tranquil Garden and saw the Great Ancestor of the Mysterious Dark Sect floating above the garden. He said coldly, "It's really … a pity."
The white cat didn't know that he was talking about the Great Ancestor of the Mysterious Dark Sect. It thought he was saying that it was a pity that the Kylin escaped, so it meowed twice to show its agreement. Then it asked cautiously with the Spiritual Awareness, "Immortal, is this a trap set by you and your brother to deal with the Center Sect?"
Jing Jiu escaped to the outside of the garden with the Netherworld Fairy Sword, but he happened to fall beside the Great Ancestor of the Mysterious Dark Sect. It didn't look like a coincidence, but a trap.
"The Kylin is just a side business," Yin San looked at Jing Jiu who had just stood up from the ditch and said, "The person I want to kill is him."
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…
Everything happened too fast.
Just as the Kylin's fist was about to fall on Jing Jiu, he was seriously injured by an old monk.
The Kylin raised its realm to the middle stage of the Mahayana Realm and almost showed its real body, but it was still no match for the old monk and was kicked out of the mountain.
During the whole process, the old monk sat on the ground and didn't stand up at all.
Who was this old monk? Was he the abbot of the Guocheng Temple coming out or was he a hermit sweeping the floor?
How many people in the world could achieve such a feat?
The old monk flew to the sky above the Tranquil Garden. The golden pestle made of black stone had already disappeared.
The people in the Tranquil Garden could sense clearly that this old monk had a profound energy, and he was a deviant practitioner!
The old monk slammed his palm toward the Tranquil Garden, and his target was actually Jing Jiu!
The Kylin in the Yuanying State had beaten Jing Jiu so badly. Now that the Kylin had recovered his Cultivation state of the Mahayana State, he was beaten so badly by this old monk. It could be deduced that this old monk must be in the upper limit of the Heavenly Arrival State according to the Cultivation states of the Aoyama Sect, and he should be ranked in the top ten in the Cultivation circle of Chaotian.
The deviant sects were on the decline; when did such a demonic person appear?
Seeing the old monk, the people in the Tranquil Garden felt hopeless, thinking that Jing Jiu would die for sure.
It was then that something happened in the Tranquil Garden.
Zhuo Rusui lifted his head and shot a glance at the old monk.
Earlier, Jing Jiu had been staring at the ground the entire time when the Unicorn fought with Jing Jiu and at other times. He saw the wild grass swaying in the air and the wild grass being crushed into powder by the energy of the Unicorn and then disappearing with the wind.
This was the first time he lifted his head that day in the Tranquil Garden of the Guocheng Temple.
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